> I said nodding to the boy who answered me with a gesture of the head.He started walking again, his feet were hurting and his legs were boiling, but ...hen we walked almost all the time and it was so for three days.In these three days we did not meet a living soul, all the empty houses and the deserted streets if not for some cars left in the middle, trying to get one was useless, every attempt failed because either the gasoline or the keys were missing.All we had to do was walk, not having a. She made small sounds of pleasure and expectation. She was getting wetter and now I let my fingers slide in her pussy. First one then two. Starting of slow but steadily building a faster rhythm. She loved it and became very aroused. Now it was time for me to establish my dominance. While keeping my right hand firmly in her crotch I moved from sitting between her legs to standing next to her face. For the first time that night she had a moment of hesitation but with my right hand fucking her. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as I sit at my desk in my sexiest black lace lingerie, a mostly see through bra that makes my boobs pop, and a tight G-string that is keeping the vibrator firmly in place inside my already soaking pussy. I shift in my seat as I try to focus on the screen in front of me and moan loudly when the vibrator touches the exact right spot inside me. My vision blurs as another wave of arousal engulfs me. I can feel my bottom slipping around on the seat from the puddle. ” I shook her hand as she held on to it. “You’re a natural artist Jason. I envy you. I wished I had your talent. I’ve thought about some ’special projects’ for you, we’ll have to talk after class about them...OK?” I tried not to look down her cleavage at those wonderful full tits. She caught me. She smiled and whispered: (“…Jason…are you listening to me?”) She fiddled with the top button of her blouse and smiled bigger. …..I don’t know what made me say it, but I whispered: (“..I’m sorry Mrs..